|How lovely to be greeted by flowers.|
|View from the kitchen window looking South-West|
|Bountiful harvest once again.|
I also had a very exciting trip to Costco with Sonya, and bought heaps of stuff so that the freezer is now very well-stocked. I was thinking ahead to when I head off to the East Coast for the Jewish Holidays and Barry will be fending for himself for 3 weeks. Last time I went to this temple to consumption, it was close to the end of our stay here last year, and the quantities that you need to buy were way too large to consume in a couple of weeks. But Sonya and I decided to split a few things, which made it more fun and enabled me to try a few new things, like a couple of varieties of their ravioli ( for Barry), juices, and hummus. And we both managed to resist buying the tira misu cake I discovered last time, which is absolutely delicious but would have been ultimately destructive of months of successful weight watching. It's the kind of dessert I should only buy to take to someone else's house - let them worry about the left-overs, which I found totally irresistible while it remained in my fridge. We also bought their roast garlic bread, beautiful crusty loaves studded with sweet roasted garlic cloves. I froze 1 1/2 loaves and left half a loaf to eat fresh - yum. And Sonya and Philip really liked it too. It was still warm when we bought it, so you can imagine the fragrance in the car going home!
The sheer profusion of stuff, clothes, consumer durables, household goods, electronics, and food, fresh produce as well as packaged goods, is mind-blowing. And to see masses of people with their giant trolleys stocking up is quite an experience. I can't imagine what it would seem like to someone from an under-developed country. I haven't yet seen the Costco that opened in Melbourne last year while we were away, and don't know if it has quite the variety one sees here. . We have the same problem there as here - if we are only in Melbourne for less than 6 months, unless we are in some kind of collective purchasing group, our little household of two just doesn't consume that much, so bulk buying is not necessarily smart consumer behaviour.
|Pavement level view of pooch refreshment centre|
We had use of Sally's car for another half day before she reclaimed it, and it was a gorgeous sunny day on Sunday , so we went down to 4th St, where there are very smart designer stores and some good food to be had. I got down on the pavement and took a dog's eye view of this pooch drinking station outside a dog-loving optometrist's store.
We wandered through the outlet store of Crate and Barrel, a thankless task as we are not in a position to buy any home-wares, however much of a bargain or interesting they seem. I have discovered that if I don't want to buy something, I don't actually like window shopping. When I am not actively seeking something to wear, I don't even want to go looking at clothes or shoes. I am just not that interested in what is in season or what is around in the stores until such time as I decide I need something to wear to a specific occasion or to replace an outgrown or outworn item. Odd to discover this at 65, but it has been coming on for about 10 years now!
|Long queue looking pretty animated|
|Guess the cupcakes must be really good!|
|Pets (not kids) for adoption on 4th Street.|
Our Berkeley neighbours' dog, Milhaus, has been ailing for some time and died on Friday night, and in one of the stores I found a whole range of cards offering sympathy for the loss of a pet - I am tempted to say only in America, but has anyone seen these in Australia? Most of them were very nice, and the one I chose featured a doggie door in the Pearly Gates. Our sympathy is very real. It is a little over a year since we lost our beloved Jesse and I still miss him frequently, and I miss our cats too - we lost a generation of pets in a couple of years, and we know that a companion animal who has been with you more than a dozen years really does leave a big hole. Milhaus is buried next door under a big oak tree and the neighbours are adding tributes to his grave. He would love to look through the recycle bins on Tuesday mornings (open blue boxes here, rather than wheelie bins) for small empty water bottles which he loved to chew on and flatten. Someone has put one of these there, there is a tennis ball, a pine cone (which Jesse also loved to collect and play with), photos and a couple of articles about dogs that friends and family have emailed.